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It started with small things. At first, I thought I was just tired, imagining things that weren’t really there. But deep down, I knew something was wrong.
One evening, as I washed my hands in the bathroom sink, I glanced up at the mirror. My reflection did the same. But just as I turned away, I saw it—too late by half a second.
I froze. Slowly, I turned back, staring hard at my own face. My reflection stared back, perfectly still. My heart pounded in my chest. Maybe I was just seeing things. Maybe it was nothing.
But then it happened again.
At first, it was subtle. A blink I didn’t make. A tilt of the head that didn’t match mine. Then, it got worse. One night, I woke up, groggy and thirsty, and stumbled into the bathroom. When I turned on the light, I saw myself already standing in the mirror.
Watching me.
I stumbled back, nearly falling. My reflection didn’t move.
I ran out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut. My breath came in short gasps. I barely slept that night.
The next morning, I avoided mirrors completely. I got dressed in the dark, brushed my teeth without looking. But I could feel it.
Waiting.
That night, I made a mistake.
I told myself I was imagining things. That it wasn’t real. So I stood in front of the mirror, forcing myself to look. My reflection stared back. Same face. Same tired eyes.
And then… it smiled.
I didn’t.
I stumbled back as my reflection lifted a hand—too slow, too deliberate. It pressed its palm against the glass.
And then… it stepped forward.
The surface of the mirror rippled like water, and before I could react, it was standing in my bathroom.
And I… was behind the glass.
I pounded on the inside of the mirror, screaming, but no sound came out. The thing that had taken my place adjusted my shirt, smoothed back my hair, and grinned at me through the glass.
Then, without hesitation… it turned off the light.
Leaving me trapped in the darkness.
